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8thfall Great things never came from comfort
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She knew she loved him when 'home' went from being a place, to a person.

Last wish

Beauty was simply reality seen with eyes stricken by love, where imperfections shone with hidden perfections. It was the illumination of one’s soul, marvellously alluring.

Beauty was simply reality seen with eyes stricken by love, where imperfections shone with hidden perfections. It was the illumination of one’s soul, marvellously alluring. It was an illusion, and he knew.

She wasn't beautiful. Anyone could see that, but she was all he had.

She wasn't beautiful. Anyone could see that, but she was all he had. Her coldness held the beauty of winter. Her frosty edge sent him into a fit of stammers, as the cold seeped into his soul, numbing his heart until it stiffened.

A touch was enough to obliterate everything under a blanket of white, slowly draining the lively colours. She was death in pure beauty, ruling the world with a piercing fist.

A touch was enough to obliterate everything under a blanket of white, slowly draining the lively colours. She was death in pure beauty, ruling the world with a piercing fist. A howling mess she was, yet so chaotically lovable. He was frozen by her blizzards, the unpredictable fury she presented to the world.

It was a season of her heart, part of her soul that bore the heavy weight of rejection. She was one of the many souls that bled from the pain of the world.

It was a season of her heart, part of her soul that bore the heavy weight of rejection. She was one of the many souls that bled from the pain of the world. She didn't think she was beautiful, and to be frank, neither did he at first. However, their paths had crossed as if destiny had blessed them with fate's kiss.

Woven by love's thread, they were meant to be together. She had become his Earth, and he was the sun.

Woven by love's thread, they were meant to be together. She had become his Earth, and he was the sun. He had melted the layer of ice and snow, revealing the dirt under it. Flowers blossomed under his rays, only to be taken in death's grasp once her tears froze over again.

It was a cycle, and a painful one at that. Despite the heartbreak, he couldn't tear himself away from her. How could he? She was all he had.

It was a cycle, and a painful one at that. Despite the heartbreak, he couldn't tear himself away from her. How could he? She was all he had. The only remnant of his deceased lover, his one and only child. Born from another man, yet their souls had aligned by Heaven's will. Despite their estranged blood ties, they were kin.

Her heart seemed to be glazed by a permanent layer of tears, which froze as regularly as a season came and went. For years, that was how his little girl had grown up.

Now on his deathbed, he lay awaiting for his old friend. Death had forgotten to take him that night when his wife jumped off the bridge. It wasn't her fault.

Now on his deathbed, he lay awaiting for his old friend. Death had forgotten to take him that night when his wife jumped off the bridge. It wasn't her fault. He couldn't blame his wife when it was the man who had forced himself upon her.

Death seemed appropriate at that time, until he saw his daughter. She didn't resemble him in any way, nor did she resemble his wife.

Death seemed appropriate at that time, until he saw his daughter. She didn't resemble him in any way, nor did she resemble his wife. She was a painful remainder of that man, her biological father who had taken her mother's life. Yet, she became his sun at one point. Her smile became his remedy.

Somewhere along their lives, his winter had passed onto her, and her sun had passed onto him. If he could go back in time, he would've showered her with more love and affections.

Somewhere along their lives, his winter had passed onto her, and her sun had passed onto him. If he could go back in time, he would've showered her with more love and affections. If only, he could turn back time. If only, his wife was alive, if only...

There was no use fantasising about 'what ifs' on death's doorstep. Time had passed, and so did he.

He had loved her with all that his heart could offer, and poured out his soul to her in the last few months. She was the beauty in his blemished life, his priceless treasure.

He had loved her with all that his heart could offer, and poured out his soul to her in the last few months. She was the beauty in his blemished life, his priceless treasure. If only he had expressed his love earlier. There were too many regrets, too much unspoken words.

On the day of his funeral, the sun shone bright. At least his last wish came true, as he was sucked into the void of eternal nothing. His love reached her in the end.

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